At a stone's throw away from the sea of time in the land of Nearby, which is as near as mine the emperor hat a special flute made out of precious wood And in its reflection he could see things happiness, laughter, a child that sings But he'd better watch it he should not touch it the happiness would fade, the laughter die the singing-child would start to cry The emperor, he knew it and what did he do? He blew it.